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08-12-07 - 05:24

Whatever you became
Blame it on my fame
Always away from you
Sold my life for a song
Whatever you killed
The blood got on my face
See it took over you
and your minds nearly gone

[Chorus]
and I can't change my ways
Sorry it's my fault
I wasn't there to see
Whatever you became
Whatever you became

Whatever you became
you blame it on blind faith
can't turn away from you
what's my life if your gone
Whatever you feel
I take it on my stage
I sing to the world for you
and I'm always alone

[Chorus]

I can see it all
You're so far away
I can't take this anymore
I can't live until I see your face
I can see it all
You're so far away
I can't take this anymore
I can't live until I see your face

[Chorus]

Somethings gone away
You've taken this from me
Until I see your face
I'm slipping away


Cold.

He sat alone. He drank to forget. He drank to no longer exist. He thought "you can never find the answer at the bottom of a bottle, but you can forget the question. Three years ago was a black day he no longer wanted to be part of. A day that caused no hard pain but the pain tore his mind apart. He served to help; he served to make a difference. But all he was ever told was that it was for oil. At least the army lied to him about the reasons. But people that stayed homes safe and watched the war on TV tried to tell him he had done wrong. It only added to his disliking of himself. He said nothing for it is the very right to speak your mind that he served. Their right to insult him. They never ask about the good things he did. Only how may people he killed! The fights he bled for! His heart broke too many times to speak back. All he ever said is "that's your right" he has been spit upon and called a baby killer, but this is not Nam. He was told he was the cause of suffering, not the one that saved oppressed lives. Close friends that were Kurds, kids that only were born fifty miles from what they believe. He tried to give himself away. Someone needs the life he took. he will walk the path of the drifter. he can’t stand here alone. He must walk on his own, and find the relief.

 

 

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